I get a faceful during my workout.

By the middle of the week, I was feeling restless and cagey. Aor still hadn’t contacted me despite saying she would find me online. I’d been giving Piya some space to sort through what she was going through with her boyfriend plus her argument with Aor. I needed to blow off some steam and if I couldn’t do that, I needed to burn off some energy at the very least.

I got dressed in my workout gear and a hoodie and headed down to my gym to get a couple of sets in. Throwing some iron around would be just the ticket to free my mind and lift my spirits. I scanned my pass on the way in and was treated to the view of a practically empty gym. Besides two old-age pensioners on the cross trainer, I had the entire free weights section to myself.

Racking up a pair of 20-kilo plates on either side of the bar, I sunk down onto the bench and started to pump out my first set of bench presses. I’d powered through my first set of 12 reps and had gone for a second in quick succession when the weight started to tax me and feel heavier than it should be. I tried to gut the rest of the final reps out and was struggling, my vision starting to fade into blackness when everything became startlingly white.

“Hey! Need a spot?” a voice came from above me but all I could see were the tight white booty shorts that were practically straddling my face. Two hands touched gently on my elbows as I doubled my efforts to push the bar back up. “You got this! Keep it up. How many you got left?”

“Three… more,” I puffed. I was trying not to focus on the smooth brown cheeks that were peaking out of the shorts or the tight little mound that was almost resting on my hairline.

“Give me 5! I know you can do this.”

I was counted down in time with shouted encouragement. Besides the very small shorts, I could see a loose black jumper that hung forward over me when the surprise motivational trainer copied my movements to make sure I didn’t crush myself. I could also see a matching little sports bra that held some tiny tits underneath.

“Two…. One…. You got it!” the voice helped me rerack the weights and only stayed hanging over my face for a handful of seconds more before lifting up and moving to the side.

I sat up to thank whoever this attractive little package was that had come and helped me out. Motes of lights popped at the edges of my vision when I recognised a face I’d seen before. That night on the weekend, dancing with Piya. God, what had Aor called her? Yami? Yuna? Yui! That was it.

“You're Piya’s friend,” I began surprised to see her.

“Yui. That’s right. We both are. You go to Uni with her. You work at the club we went to on the weekend.”

“I do. What are you doing here? And thank you for that by the way,” I say to Yui as she beams a smile at being recognised.

“This is my gym. I come here all the time,” she tells me a matter of factly.

“Mine too. I’m certain I would have recognised you if I’d seen you here before,” I say. Yui is definitely cute enough and just my type that I would have checked her out if we’d bumped into each other at the gym.

“I normally come in the mornings before school and afterwards,” she tells me. “When do you normally come?”

“I’m more of a crawl out of bed late mornings sort of a person,” I say which makes Yui laugh at my joke.

“Oh yeah. Because of the late nights at the club,” Yui agrees affably.

More because I’m too lazy to get up any earlier.

I’m just about to ask if Yui wants to work in with me when she suddenly jumps up and down in place, pulling a phone out of the waistband of her shorts. “Ooh! Let’s get a photo together. Piya will be so jealous.”

I laugh at her sudden energy and agree with a ‘sure’. I’m about to ask how she wants to take it when she pulls her jumper up off over her head exposing her sports bra and sits down on my lap on the workout bench. I don’t know where to put my hands as Yui starts to wiggle around on my lap trying for the best angle to capture the two of us. I settle my hands down as she poses on the small of her back and one thigh.

“Say ‘pumping it,” Yui tells me before clicking her phone to take the picture.

Yui lets me look at it long enough to see her gorgeous smiling face and my red and exerted one in it before she hops back off me and starts tapping at an incredible double speed with both her thumbs. “There. Posted it,” she says in barely the time it would take me to send a small text.

With that Yui’s phone is tucked back in her short-shorts and she looks at me and the barbell. “Did you want to go another set or do you mind if I work in with you?”

“Sure,” I rapidly agreed. “Did you want me to take some weight off the bar first?”

“No, 100 is a good lightweight to warm up with,” Yui says nonchalantly.

I’m a little dubious that such a small girl can lift such heavy weights so somewhat swap positions with her so that I’m ready to catch the bar if Yui fails. I don’t stand quite as close as she did though, certain she wouldn’t want to look up my shorts legs and see any sausage hanging out. As if to prove me wrong, Yui contorts the lower half of her body, lifting her entire lower back from the bench in an arch and powers easily through a strong set that has the bar barely dropping to press into her white covered breasts each time before forcing it effortlessly back up. It has to be near double her body weight but Yui lifts it like it weighs nothing.

From then on, I’m determined not to embarrass myself to this bad-ass little woman. She teases me to ditch the pump cover and get another set in before leading the pair of us through a full specially thought out upper body push workout that focuses heavily on our backs, tris and bis.

I don’t want to show it but I am wobbling by the end of it. Yui looks like she has barely broken a sweat. I follow as she leads me out onto the gym's sunny balcony so that she can work her way through some post-exercise stretches. Yui contorts her supple little body through several graceful and athletic poses that show off her body incredibly. I’m barely able to do more than lay down on a towel sweating my butt off and attempt to stop my hamstrings from snapping.

When it’s finally over, my tongue is as dry as the desert so that when Yui suggests that I might like to hit the saunas with her I politely decline saying that I’m just going to wash off and then head home. She seems disappointed but thanks me for the workout and will let Piya know for sure that she ran into me.

Legs screaming, I hobble from the gym and toward my car in the undercover carpark. I’m thoroughly knackered, so much so that I don’t spot the little blonde number sitting cross-legged on the bonnet of my car.

“Told you I’d find you online,” I hear and snap my head up to see the beautiful tanned Aor looking radiant on my car.

“How did you?” I want to say how did she know I was here but I’m too parched to get the words out.

“Yui’s little workout picture online,” Aor informs me. “She just looks so cute sitting there on your lap. I thought it was just me that you liked sitting on top of that big thing…”

I can’t tell if she is jealous or teasing but Aor’s eyes stare right at the very front of my crotch.